I cemented my vision against the front window, my eyes wide open in shock, my shoulders rising and falling as I breathed and my hands cemented onto the wheel. Slowly, I removed my hands and pulled the keys out of the ignition. I plopped my head onto the headrest, closing my eyes. I could hear my grandma Valerie's angry voice telling to never drive like that again in my head. I told myself to obey her wish. I looked out tI had gotten home about two hours after my dad's call. Still in the car, I looked blankly outside the he window at my house, most likely with my father inside waiting for me. I clenched my fist, but was stopped by a sharp stab by my car keys. I gave one last sigh, no use in wallowing in my anger any longer. Accepting what was to come, I locked my car and entered my home.

The inside of my house was dark. I could tell immediately that my mom wasn't home. At times like this when I'd came home late, I'd walk into her room to find her watching Saturday Night Live reruns, her hair in a scarf and a cigarette in her hand, a tired smile on her face. I'd crawl onto the bed and watch it with her until either she or I would begin to fall asleep, leaving whoever's awake in charge of turning off the TV. I gave a sigh. I wish she was here now. Apart from the absence of my mother, a good thing resulted from the house's darkness. My dad wasn't here. He must've got fed up with waiting for me and left.

I walked up the stairs to my room. I couldn't wait to plop onto my bed and sleep away this tumultuous night. As I opened the door, I turned on the light to find a pair of mischievous eyes looking at me. My thoughts went into a storm of slurs and curses. My dad sat at my computer, his eyes fixated on me. I threw my bag on the floor. I was never gonna get to sleep now.

I looked down at the picture frame in his hand. His eyes never moved off my face. "Who is this boy?" an arrogant undertone plagued his voice.

"My boyfriend," I answered.

"What in the hell are you doing with a boyfriend?" He had put the picture down and had risen out of the chair, walking toward me, "You ain't gay or any of that shit, are you?"

Back when I visited, I masked my anger with a smart-aleck tinged sarcasm, and this was no exception.

"No daddy, I'm not gay. I'm a homosexual." I couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.

"Wh...Wh-What?!? How did....? Why didn't your mom tell me?

"Probably for the same reason I didn't."

"And for what reason is that?" He bobbed his head as he asked.

"Because we didn't think it was any of your business."

"You are my goddamn son!" He pointed a finger at me. I scoffed.

"You sure don't act like it."

"I know I haven't been the best. But that don't got nothin' to do with this. Boy don't you know that is a sin?!"

I looked at him, astonished at his remarks. He treats both me and my mom like crap, and now he wants to play the religion card?

"And compared to what you've done in the past years, my being gay shouldn't even phase you." I felt the fire of my anger began to ignite its first sparks.

My dad's finger shook as he spoke. "David, you're gonna change! Your gonna like girls and I ain't gon' be raisin' no pussyfied sissy!!"


My dad's entire body was shaking now. His finger had shrunk into his fist. He bit his lower lip, giving angry sniffs, his fist shaking at me. He gave a loud roar and I found myself hurling to the ground, the side of my face pulsing in pain. My dad stomped over to me, looking at me as if I was waste.

"You filthy piece of shit," he said devilishly, " I am ashamed to call you my son." He turned away from me and started towards the door. My face felt so bad. I put a hand to my face and winced. I looked at my hand and my eyes grew wide at the sight of two blotches of red liquid on my hands. I began to scream. He toppled to the floor, with me on his back. I rolled him over and began to jab my fist into his face, screaming with each blow. I got a good four punches in when a hard slap sent me hurling into the wall. Before I could get up, I felt hands grasp my neck tightly. I could see my dad's enraged face. His face was red, his veins bulging through his cheeks, his hot breath washing over me as I struggled under him. I began to kick my legs frantically, hitting him in his stomach. A groan of pain escaped his gritting teeth and I broke free. I proceeded to attack him. He has now hunched over. I drove my foot up toward his downward face. I could feel his nose crunch beneath my boot. He flew backwards onto the ground, his hands now over his face, muffling his screams.

"What the hell is going on?!?" my mom had appeared at the stairway. It didn't take her long to figure out with my bruised face and my dad on the ground screaming that we weren't exactly kissing and making up like she'd wanted us to. "Dave, what happened....?"

I shook my head, my face hurting too much for me to talk. She moved over to my dad. He immediately yanked away from her when he made it to his feet.

"Evan, what happened?" My dad looked at my mom and then at me.

"Ask the fag." he motioned his head at me, he looked at my mom, his hand still over his nose,"As of right now, I don't have a son. That lousy, piece of shit was never mine, and I hope it burns in hell."

My mom watched in angry confusion as my dad went downstairs, grabbed his coat off the coat rack and left the house with a loud slam.

"Asshole." I hear her say to herself. She turned to me. I was now in my room, sitting on my bed. My mom kneeled in front of me. I looked up at her. She took my face in her hands. I felt my anger's flame begin to extinguish under my mother's gaze. She gave a motherly "Aww" sound and rubbed a hand against my cheek. I was crying.

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